"Say your name again?"
Juggernaut wants to make sure he heard it right.

"Ran, like running," the
fellow showed hand movements as if he was running for
emphasis.

"How anybody can name Ran
to their son?"

Ran shrugged his
shoulders as if it was not a big deal or unusual to have a name
like Ran. Ran was in thirties with curly long black hair with a
mischievous face. On the very first meeting he hugged Juggernaut
several times saying "I love you man, I love everything on the
earth, people, animals, trees and the ocean." There is some
serenity and godliness when he spoke.

Ran was a nature lover
living on an organic farm on the island. One day he brought a
bottle of hot sauce to Juggernaut. "You made this?" asked
Juggernaut.

"Yes, I made from the
Hawaiian hot chilies crushed with few onions, carrots, with
little of apple sauce and vinegar."

"It tastes so good, you
should make more and sell it in the local Farmer's market with a
fancy name," suggested Juggernaut.

"Well you name it," Ran
looked at Juggernaut for a clue.

"How about 'Kaaram
Karma.'

"I love it, it has a
rhythm but what it means?"

"Well, kaaram means
hotness from chilies and karma here meant deserving," Juggernaut
looked surprised himself for making up instantly a name like
that.

"I have to run," said
Ran

"Why?"

"I hear the angels
calling me."

"Right now?"

"Yes, I can hear
them."

"Let the angels help you
to make more culinary inventions like your hot chilly sauce,"
said Juggernaut licking the hot spicy chili sauce thanks to his
own good karma.